Eda Lou Walton. So It Befell. Harriet Monroe, ed. Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. 1912-22

Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. 1912–22.

So It Befell

By Eda Lou Walton


From “Beyond Sorrow” WHEN the day is long
And full of pain,
I remember
A certain little lane
Where every night,	5
At half-past seven,
The train flashed by
On its way to heaven.

There you and I,
Watching in the lane,	10
Dreamed of riding
Inside the train—
Away from the wide
Sun-flowered plain
And tall fields of	15
High rolling grain.

When night is long
And strangely sane,
I remember
A certain little lane,	20
Where, on one night—
So it befell—
The train passed heaven
On its way to hell.